Molly, with hips and ankles plump,
  With hands and feet and waist so small,
Whose breasts could carry flowers unpinned,
  And not one blossom fall -
Give me your answer plain and true,
Do you love me as I love you?

Molly, as timid as a sheep
  That trembles at the shadow
Of any harmless little bird
  That flies across its meadow,
Are you a sweet good-tempered maid?
'Sometimes I'd crush a grape!' she said.

Molly, as gentle as the sun
  That lifts the dew to Heaven's breast,
Of all the lovers you have had,
  Am I the one that's loved the best?
'By all the men betrayed by me,
I swear I love you true,' said she.